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so your day begins like this wondering what might have been old regrets and chances missed borne away on some lambent wind the job’s ok, so it doesn’t inspire thoughts of leaving it all behind you used to have dreams of settin the world on fire all you want now is peace of mind

and a beautiful racket, it whispers and roars the bitter and sweet, between the truces and the wars the noise and the quiet, the courage and the fear and all of the wisdom between a smile and a tear

you do your dreaming in traffic jams you do your running in shopping malls you do your breathing the best you can between car pools and cell phone calls who cares, you’ll never live in paris so what, you’ll never travel by lear how do some of us learn what matters while others never get to hear

and a beautiful racket, it whispers and roars the bitter and sweet, between the truces and the wars the noise and the quiet, the courage and the fear and all of the wisdom between a smile and a tear

hold on, hold on

so your day will end like this turning slowly down your street silent worlds of kitchens lit front yards full of fallen leaves trees are bare, the garden’s done another season gone to earth before you blink a new one comes to remind you what the old one’s worth

and a beautiful racket, it whispers and roars the bitter and sweet, between the truces and the wars the noise and the quiet, the courage and the fear and all of the wisdom between a smile and a tear

such a beautiful racket…such a beautiful racket… hold on…such a beautiful racket…hold on…